Date : 2nd April 2017
Dear Umar,
My Dad died three days ago. I didn't have lectures that day so I decided to make him breakfast as my mom needed a well deserved rest from her morning excerise. I made omelette, toasted bread with baked beans and liver sauce for him. I decorated the contents on the plate to make it look much more exquisite. I laid it on the table and covered it with another plate before rushed to the kitchen to boil water for his medicinal tea.
Just then I heard my mom shriek the most grotesque sound I've ever heard. The sound was coming from my father's room. I rushed up the stairs hoping she wasn't bitten by a snake or something I met my sister half way and we held hands as we moved hoping for the best. As I opened the door I found her head on his chest as she cried softy. His head was facing the ceiling and his eyes were open.
As I walked towards him, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulder. I knew he was dead but I didn't want to believe it even after I had touched his cold lifeless hands. I watched his stomach hoping I would see it inflate and deflate but it never did. He was gone.
Today I was able to muster up enough courage to write you and I pray he is in a better place. Umar, when he died people kept telling me to take heart then eat our food before telling us stories of him they felt were beautiful. No one asks the important questions like. How do I feel? and What do I plan to do after this? Life is short please make up with your Dad when you return.
Love
Fatima.
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Letters from Sambisa
KurzgeschichtenAfter knowing each other for just three months Umar and Fatima are forced to communicate through letters in the 21st century! They keep dreams and hopes of themselves alive... From the Harsh forest of Sambisa to the developing city of Kaduna.
